Man boy who lives with me has bought himself a unicycle. I don’t think it has anything to do with Christmas but it could be his way of playing Santa to himself.
One of the real children in the family is working in a cafe being harrassed and abused and reduced to tears.
I am in a daze, wondering if I am prepared and trying to gather up the energy and joy to go with the season.
Other child is sleeping most of the time, only breaking to eat or talk on the phone.
Next week this season will be done.
I wish I had a dollar for every time the word cell was in the newspaper. There are so many of them, stem cells, terrorist cells, storm cells, jail cells and cancer cells. Most of them don’t sound very good. I wonder why the word is used so often.
Here at last. The tension has drained and thoughts about school have all but left me. So many possibilities lie in the coming weeks. To do lists are written, Christmas celebrations with family, (one of my brothers is returning from NT), naps, reading, cleaning, writing. I love the holidays. Especially these long ones give me the opportunity to become myself again and explore. I am grateful for my life.